[I long for the touch of those golden strands between my fingers, the fire of innocence that once burned bright beneath your brown eyes]
[Would it have mattered if I had loved you as a stranger, a new soul trapped within the shell of my lost, hidden lover?]
[Would you have smiled the same, laughed the same, cried the same, if I had tried to mold you into the image of my lost, hidden lover?]
At the end of his quiet serenade, the light beneath the Alpha's eyes dimmed, replaced by a shadow of profound sorrow.
The silence was heavy, almost suffocating, and in its oppressive grip, Clyde's mind drifted to the unsettling dream he had on his way back to the main mansion.
In that dream, a voice echoed through the void, "Say it, and I shall give it to you."
The harrowing image that followed haunted Clyde still. His little daughter, her hair shimmering with the same golden hue as Ryley's, stood before him.
